"I'm talking about building an army, what's the point of hesitating? Just give me a word to my brother, do you want to do it or not?"

Zhang Bin's voice came, with urging in his words.

Wang Jianjun looked hesitant, thought for a moment and said, "Isn't it appropriate to do this? Aiding Korea has helped us so much, and it would be too unethical for us to do this now."

"Morality? Haha, can morality be eaten as food? Can morality be spent as money?" Zhang Bin asked disdainfully: "He Song Yuanchao helped us? This sounds right, but if you think about it carefully, is this really 'help'?

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"Everyone worked hard, why should Song Yuanchao take the big head and we only take the small head? And if it weren't for us, Song Yuanchao could handle this deal by himself? Stop joking, Jianjun, think carefully about what Song Yuanchao did.

What is the difference between the capitalists before liberation? He is exploiting us, that is, you are stupid and still think that he is a good person."

"But Zhang Bin, you can't say that. We have also made money. If Daqi hadn't found us because of the aid to Korea, how could we have made so much money now?" Wang Jianjun shook his head.

"You, you, you are such a stubborn person." Zhang Bin hated the iron. "Song Yuanchao knocked you down with a little favor? This is a sugar-coated bullet! Where is your consciousness? Yes, we are making money.

But how much did we earn? Do you know how much Song Yuanchao earned this month?"

"How much?" Wang Jianjun asked subconsciously.

"At least this number." Zhang Bin stretched out his hand and made a gesture. Wang Jianjun's eyes suddenly widened with an incredible look.

"No way?"

"You, you, let me tell you what to say." Zhang Bin handed a cigarette to Wang Jianjun, lit it with a match, and said in a low voice: "I have secretly calculated it a long time ago. Song Yuanchao doesn't do this shit and sells it."

A single clothes hanger can cost twice as much as one of us. Now we can sell at least several thousand clothes hangers every day. After so many days, you can calculate how much it will cost you."

Wang Jianjun was stunned. He held the cigarette between his fingers in a daze. He had never thought about this before. Now that Zhang Bin reminded Wang Jianjun of this calculation, his mind suddenly exploded with a buzzing sound.

It can be said that Wang Jianjun has made a lot of money following Song Yuanchao these days. He has already earned hundreds of dollars. This is a huge sum of money, almost the annual salary income of an ordinary worker.

But Wang Jianjun never expected that Song Yuanchao could earn so much. If Zhang Bin was right, then Song Yuanchao got far more than he imagined.

"This...is this true?" For a moment, Wang Jianjun felt that he was out of breath and took a few puffs of cigarette.

"Nonsense, of course it's true. Why should I tell you this?" Zhang Bin patted Wang Jianjun on the shoulder and said seriously: "Song Yuanchao can make so much money, but it's not because of our help? Without us, he would be

What a fart!"

"Jianjun, I have long thought that it is better to let others exploit us than to do it ourselves. Why can Song Yuanchao make so much money? His mouth is full of oil when he eats meat, and we can only chew a few bones on the side? He

A good person? Bah! What a ghost!"

The expression on Wang Jianjun's face became extremely tangled. In his heart, he was full of gratitude to Song Yuanchao. Because Song Yuanchao took him with him, he made more money this month than in the past few years. And now he has plenty of money.

After giving the money to his family, his family's attitude towards him was different from before, which made Wang Jianjun extremely satisfied.

But what Zhang Bin said to him today caused Wang Jianjun's perception of Song Yuanchao to undergo earth-shaking changes in an instant.

Yes! Song Yuanchao alone made more money than all of them combined, but only gave a small part to them. What is this if not capitalist exploitation?

Thinking of this, Wang Jianjun felt a little unwilling and even a little angry. But after thinking about it carefully, Wang Jianjun was still a little worried and asked Zhang Bin: "But...even if we do it ourselves, can we do this? Don't forget the casing and other things."

It was obtained through Song Yuanchao’s relationship.”

"Don't worry, this is all a trivial matter." Zhang Bin patted his chest confidently: "Didn't Song Yuanchao and Li Daqi go to work in some school-run factory some time ago? I took people to pick up the last two batches of casing.

, I have already inquired about the origin and price of this batch of casings, and have also contacted the people over there. As long as Jianjun has no problem with you, the raw materials will be no problem. I have already calculated it, let's get some money.

Let's put it together, I'll get the raw materials when the time comes, you find someone to make some equipment, and then you can recruit a few from the existing people, and we'll do it ourselves!"

"Want to raise money...?" Wang Jianjun heard Zhang Bin say that he wanted to raise money together. Money is hard to earn, but what if you lose money once you invest? This is your own hard-earned money!

"I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf! How can I eat meat without being beaten?" Zhang Bin chewed on the butt of his cigarette and said confidently: "The cost of a clothes hanger is only ten cents at most, and we don't have to share the money with others. We can make at least twenty cents by selling one.

Two, two cents! Calculate, how much does it cost if you sell 500 pieces a day? What if you sell 1,000 pieces?"

As Zhang Bin told the story, Wang Jianjun's eyes became brighter and brighter. As a result, they made much more money than before.

What Zhang Bin said is indeed correct. There is actually no technical content in making clothes hangers. They have already figured out the entire process of how to make and sell them these days. Besides, the equipment made by Song Yuanchao is very simple. Just find someone who knows a little bit about fitter.

Can get it out.

"Okay, okay..." Wang Jianjun thought for a while and said: "But if we do it ourselves, we will definitely conflict with Song Yuanchao and the others. What if the two companies are competing for business and the sales are not good?"

"Hey, isn't this simple?" Zhang Bin said with a smile: "Song Yuanchao and the others now sell three for one yuan. We can be cheaper than him. We directly sell them for 30.2 cents each. If you buy three, it's four cents cheaper. You

Think about it, if we sell the same thing cheaply but they sell it more expensively, why should people buy it?”

"That's true, but where is the place? We have no place!"

"It's simple. Isn't Song Yuanchao and the others using air-raid shelters now? I've asked about it a long time ago. There is also an air-raid shelter on the street in front. The space inside is not small. I discussed it with the people who were looking at the air-raid shelter and rented it for one month.

15, not expensive!”

Zhang Bin said proudly that he had been thinking about this matter for several days, and as long as Wang Jianjun nodded, he could get started immediately.

When he thought that he would not have to earn so much hard money under Song Yuanchao in the future, and all the profits would go into his own pocket, Zhang Bin's heart was filled with excitement.

Wang Jianjun's heart was at war with heaven and man at this moment. In the end, greed defeated reason. He threw the hot cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out. He finally agreed to Zhang Bin's suggestion and decided to work with Zhang Bin.

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"Okay! Don't worry, Jianjun, your brother and I will definitely make a fortune!"

"Make a fortune!"

The two held hands and smiled at the same time, and then began to discuss the next things, such as how to purchase raw materials, how to rent a place, how to arrange people to make equipment, and even poach a few people from Song Yuanchao to work together.

wait.

But what they never expected was that in the corner not far from them, Li Xiaoyun, who had heard these conversations clearly, was already flushed with anger.

"These two traitors!"

Li Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and wished she could rush out and scold them. If Song Yuanchao and her brother Li Daqi hadn't helped them because they were in trouble at home and because they were classmates, they would probably still be unemployed young people at home. Where would they be?

What’s the scenery of making money now?

But how long had passed before Zhang Bin and Wang Jianjun secretly betrayed Song Yuanchao and Li Daqi, and discussed rebelling against each other? This was simply unbearable.
Chapter completed!